Singing Land

Your burning skies are never ending across your red brush plains
Out where the dingo still is king and eternity remains
There between the old and ancient there's an oasis bright
Your gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight

In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me

There's a feeling still and eerie, there's a feeling strong
The path humanity has come and the path that he has gone
Me I am, I am just passing three score years and ten
And I'm just a stranger who may never come this way again

In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me

Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming a new light shapes its form
Along the river's naked banks that are straining from the storm
On sacred rock in thunder ocean the tree of man grows clear
The woodlarks sing, the woodlarks dance and the dawn is slipping near

In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me

In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me